Message-ID: <27585asstr$975197405@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail Reply-To: "musker" From: "musker" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2000 05:01:24 PST Subject: {ASSM} NEW Cornucopia I, D/s, B and D,nc,ff Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2000 19:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject matter or not an adult of legal age. I tried posting this before Thanksgiving, but my server ignore it , I hope it works this time. Cornucopia I (an update to "Omens") by Musker It was the night before Thanksgiving and already there was a fine blanket of snow on the ground. The sun had just drifted down behind the horizon in a fantastic display of bright fiery colors. Madame Rouso slowly took another sip of her green tea as she relaxed deeper into her over stuff, silky smooth, leather chair. She loved watching such wonders of nature like this, in the comfy quiet surrounds of her den. Ever since she passed the half century mark she began to take the time to stop and smell the roses. The first fifty years she applied herself diligently to building her empire. An empire that now crossed the globe and gave her the reputation for ruthlessness in the business world, and passionate exuberance in her social life. The former having now been tempered with age, while the latter was still in full swing, all be it, her endurance was not what it use to be. As the darkness of her den began to match that on the other side of her grand window view, she reached across her massive oak desk and turned on the light to her priceless Tiffany lamp. She glanced over to her computer seeing the message of "Other node unreachable, will try again in fifty six seconds." And then watched the time count down. She was trying to reach Dr. Stein for fifteen minutes now. She had left him E-mail that she wanted to talk to him this early evening to see how his experiment was proceeding. The one that started at her Halloween party a few weeks ago and then continued in his remote laboratory until Christmas. That is when Karol, the lab rat, was to be given back her freedom and one million and seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars, tax free. She watched the time count down to zero while sipping her warm drink laced with a shot of old scotch. The computer tried, but again it could not make the connection. She had been unsuccessful in contacting her doctor friend for the twelfth time now. But it did not worry her. Nor did it annoy her like it use to when she was young and a fireball of energy and wrath. She had come to accept the good Doctor's lack of punctuality as a fundamental part of his overall creative genius. He will answer her call when he can. And in the mean time she will wait, and go over her mail. Her staff did an excellent job in handling the usual routine array of business inquires, bills and vanity mail that goes along with being a war lord. So whatever remained either require Madame's own critical business eye, or was of such an intimate nature that the staff passed it on without opening it, after it was X-rayed for anything ominous first. And it was that exact personal item that Madame reached for right now. It was a large brown enveloped with a returned address from her over seas friend, Prince Ackman. She opened the enveloped with her decorated gold dagger given to her from her dearest friend Professor Renols. Inside, she found several large colored pictures and a hand written letter from the Arab Prince himself. My Warmest Greetings to you Madame Rouso, I'm afraid my poor use of the English language will do me disservice in telling you how pleased I was to have attended your most exciting Halloween party awhile back. And with the young ebony slave girl I was able to purchase and bring home with me that night too. I do so wish I could keep her with me in my palace for all of time. But as you stated, and as I will comply, she will be returned to you in full working order for your Christmas party. You will no doubt be interested to hear that said slave is coming along fabulously. And if you would my dear Lady, please look to the enclosed pictures I have sent you of said girl while I relate to you of her progress. The first picture showed my living mummy on display in the entry hall of my palace. As you can see my staff did an admirable job in preparing her for exhibition. They mounted her on a highly polished marble platform and then bathed her erect cocooned form in warm soft lighting. They even painted her with extreme artistic ingenuity. Instead of the illustrious gold mask and jewelry you had her bedecked in at your party Madame, my staff took a different route and painted her from top to bottom in bold rich colors befitting an entombed princess, as her intricate mummified wrappings make her out to be. The shaded flesh tones and eye make-up make her face seem all so amazingly real. It's as if her benevolent royal spirit was right there in front of me, listening contently to every word I was saying to her. My creative staff even painted on an exquisite royal dressing gown and soft feminine arms to make the illusion all the more real and priceless. She was such a work of art that I found it hard to remove her from her encasement a few days later. As you know Madame, this Charlene woman is one head strong, independent, black female. So while she was on display my staff and I came up with a method to tame this hell cat and thus make her more befitting for her role as palace sex slave. The accepted plan was to first find a way to control her without damaging her. She is much too beautiful a woman to use the whip on. Such a device, although very effective, would no doubt spoil her pleasing appearance. Not to mention the possibility of damaging her to the point of maiming her, which is in direct opposition to your decree Madame. So my staff recommended controlling her with bondage and a nose ring. The bondage was in the form of metal elbow cuffs chained together behind her back. Another set of gold colored cuffs were added to her wrists that could be fasten either in front or behind her. And finally another pair of padded cuffs were placed around her delicate ankles and also chained closely together. This type of bondage forced her to limit her movement with respect to whatever length of chain was used. It was an overt way to remind her that physical freedom was depended on how well she obeyed commands. The more subservient she became, the more physical freedom was given her. Once her spirit was broken and she had become a willing submissive, then there will no longer be a need to bind her. Except for aesthetic reasons of course. We had a big discussion about her nose ring though. Some of my staff wanted rings placed in her nose, on her nipples and through her labia lips. They were more interested in artistic flair than on control. Others wanted just her nipples to be ringed. Maximum control with a little personal fetish gratification in I suspect. But I could not bring myself to adorn my precious slave so extensively or so blatantly in such a crude manner. Her substantial womanly form need not be hidden or accented with such meager and superfluous trinkets. Maybe if she was truly my property, to do with whatever I wanted, then I would do such things in a much more artistic fashion, even to the point of branding her tender dark flesh with my mark. But alas, I have her for only a short time, so I command my staff to simply pierce her septum and ring her there. If a nose ring can control the biggest and most fiercest bull animal on four legs, then it should suffice in controlling an equally formidable animal on two legs as well. If you would look to the next picture Madame, you can see how docile and decorated our nude slave is in her bondage. She is kneeling with her hands chained in front of her while her nose ring is tethered by a fine chain to an ornate post a short distance off to the side. I love how the gold metal shines upon her soft black skin. Some of my staff took the liberty of adding a matching metal collar and then fixing her hair and make-up to bring out that total seductive aura of this alluring captive slave girl. And as you can see, I think they did a splendid job too. But Madame Rouso, it took time to get her to this level. And even now there is a slight hesitation in her. For she has not fully accepted her destiny as a bisexual sex slave that I plan for her. But my staff is a persevering lot. Their plan to change her is most creative, not to mention very effective so far. You see Madame, after my staff found a way to control her, they then move to the next phase of her training. Acclimating her to being used as an entity solely for sex. They again put her on display, but this time they bound her in a very specific and revealing manner. She was place on all fours with her legs spread wide and fastened to the floor at ankles and knees. Her wrists too were held firming to the floor by harden metal bounds, thus making it impossible for her to move, other than to rock herself back and forth. A small chain hanging above her head was attached to her nose ring keeping her body erect on all fours as well as her head up and looking straight ahead. An O-ring gag was added to keep her mouth open and to make her speech a bit hard to understand. Now, with her in position, she was ready for whoever wanted to use her. That was the plan of my staff. To get her use to being used by anyone who happened to be walking by, as well as being seen as nothing more than a sex object on display. And on either side of her were two platters sitting on top of pedestals. One of them had a vast assortment of condoms for men to use. The other made available three dildoes for anyone to use on her, or in her. I had a barbarous looking guard near by to make sure the men used the condoms, as per your instructions of no infectious disease Madame. The guard was also there to make sure no one became too zealous with the use of my temporary property. And I have to tell you Madame, the plan worked like a charm. Of course she did her best to escape, threaten, scream, cry and even pleaded to be let go, or at least be left alone. But everyone in my palace knew that she was there on my instructions and to do my bidding. What the slave girl wanted was of no concern to anyone and thus her verbiage was completely ignored by all. And so it went, slowly at first. One fellow would touch and fondle her, her rear end, her bountiful hanging breasts and even her teared streaked face. Then another would follow suit, being more adventuresome and probing. Another would pick up a dildoe, turn it on and use it on her. They would glide it over her skin, about her breasts, and then spend an overly amount of time with it over and in her hairless pussy. That was the first time that I heard her sobs of woe transformed into soft moans of pleasure. That was also the last time I seen anyone use her so gentlemanly too. After that she was used as the simple opened sex hole that she portrayed to perfection. Men would come up to her, drop their pants, fit a condom to their hard member and then thrust it in and out of her pussy hole or mouth until they came. After which they would remove the condom and place it in a near by receptacle. They would then pick up their pants and resume whatever course they where taking before they were detoured to her in the first place. By the end of the day, my slave was a sweaty exhausted mass of quivering female flesh, who herself had a few orgasms as well. And the receptacle that tallied her conquests was over half way full. She was then taken away, washed, feed and put to bed for the night. Her bounds never removed even when she slept and she was always bound securely from her collar to her bed post. The next day it all started over again. Except, she was bound in a different position. And each day after that too. Every day, a different bound and revealing position that she was unable to extradite herself from or stop who ever wanted to sexually use her. Day after day she was manhandled until they came with abandon inside of her, and sometimes she did too. Soon the receptacle had to be emptied twice and then three times a day. Shortly after that, she no longer rebelled or complained. She was quite the docile whore by then. And that's when my staff decided it was time to expose her to a woman. Her time spent with men was cut by a quarter. The remaining time she spent on her back spread to the four corners of a huge bed. She was left alone there, blindfolded, and only a wisped of cool air flowing across her warm body to keep her company. After a short time, where she was left to her own inescapable thoughts, the next phase began. I sent one of my harem slaves in to her. She was one of my best and most loved possessions. And she is an expert when it comes to seducing and making love to another woman. She spent several days talking to her and touching her in only a friendly womanly way, nothing erotic at all. She wanted to gain her trust and friendship first. Oh she is a clever one that slave girl of mine. In only a few days they where confiding in one another on all sorts of subjects, but mostly of their time and experiences here in my palace. Charlene told her how she felt about being forced to have sex with so many men in my palace. At first she told her how humiliating and degrading it was for her, being raped like that, against her will. Then she told my slave girl, in secrete, how sometimes she liked it. In fact, she told her explicitly how she experienced the strongest orgasm in her life from it. She then asked my slave girl if she was going crazy to feel this way? My slave girl responded with compassion and warmth as she cuddled up close to the bound Charlene and told of her own story of captivity and forced sex. And how she found it pleasurable at times too. Which of course where lies. The captivity and forced sex parts that is. That slave girl of mine could teach the devil himself new cunning ways of deception if she wanted. It was all a rouse though, to bring the two more intimately together, just like my staff had planned. As they became closer to one another in spirit my slave girl then began making her move upon Charlene's flesh. Her brief gentle touch became a long lingering caress upon her prey's prostrated form. She began kissing her more and more, and in area's that were becoming more and more intimate. And Charlene just laid there, in darkness, accepting it with only a whisper of anxiety. She made only one comment though, relating to the nature of my devious slave's increasing passionate interest. But when my slave took offense to Charlene's comment, telling her that she was not interested in having sex with her, only that she thought she had found a dear understanding friend, another sister in bound captivity, and only wanted to get close to her, emotionally, physically and lovingly since that was the only happiness her terrible life offered her now. And if she wanted her to go, then she would, forever! That's when poor deceive Charlene changed her mind and even admitted to my lying slave that she too received some comfort from her physical probing touch. That's when my slave kissed her longingly on the lips. The entire night was spent with the two of them kissing one another with passion, tenderness and their dancing tongues. The next day while Charlene laid bound and blindfolded my slave made love to her like only a woman could. Her touch was so very tender and sensuous. Her lips and tongue so light and exciting. And when my seductive slave used all her masterful talents between Charlene legs, I do believe my gifted slave gave Charlene her first series of orgasms, one after the other. And what soon followed was that Charlene, Allah's gift to man, was now giving her best to my slave too. I have sent you a few pictures of the two of them like this Madame. Several with my slave pleasing Charlene between her legs and a few more with my slave straddling Charlene's blindfolded head while Charlene's tongue worked it's magic on my slave's wet aroused pussy. And there you have it Madame Rouso. The current state of Charlene's transformation into a premiere bisexual sex slave. My staff has informed me that she is ready for the next phase in her training. This is where her bondage will slowly be removed from one day to the next while she is used by my men. Thus making her feel more and more responsible for her own situation with them, and in making herself come too, if she so desires. And tomorrow my slave girl will remove Charlene's blindfold when she is with her. The two will see one another for the first time. They will also see how much pleasure there is in each other eyes as they take turns in pleasing one another too. Again, Charlene's bounds will be slowly removed with my slave girl too until both are as free to do as they wish. Which for Charlene will be to accept her new found lesbianism with open arms. And when that point comes, then I will entire the picture. With my slaves coaxing, the two of them and myself will have a "menage a'trois". I will make love with two beautiful slave girls. And Charlene will accept my seed in her mouth and down her throat willingly. From that point on Madame, Charlene will be my sex slave. She will be at my beck and call for the duration of her stay with me. Pleasing me whenever and however I command. If I tell her to dance nude and then play with herself, with her big black voluptuous breast and her hairless wet black pussy before a crowd of staring eyed guests, she will, eagerly. If I tell her to let one of my friends place himself into her pussy while his wife places her nude self at her lips, and to do all she could to make them both happy, again, she will comply fervently. And if I tell her to prepare herself for me, I know she will bend over and spread her butt cheeks in anxious anticipation of me sodomizing her there too if I wish. And rest assure Madame. When that time comes, you too will see it for yourself, in the pictures I will send you. Pictures that will show Charlene's complete transformation into submissive slavery and bisexuality. And when I bring her back to you Madame Rouso, to her supposed freedom, you too will be able to see and experience the results yourself. If Madame should care to. But in the mean time Madame, I have much to do and I must now end this letter to you. I do wish you the best Thanksgiving possible Madame Rouso, lovely Lady that you are. Take care and may Allah protect you always. Prince Ackman Madame placed the letter off to the side. She gathered up all the pictures that his Highness had sent her and leaned back into her soft leather chair. In one hand was her fermenting green tea, in the other was a color photo of a blindfolded and spread eagle Charlene. She was arching her back quite dramatically over a lavishly decorated bed as if she was in the thrones of a wonderful orgasm. An orgasm brought about by a petite dark skinned woman huddled between Charlene's legs with her face practically buried in Charlene's crotch. Madame closed her eyes and wondered for a minute what it would be like with Charlene between her own legs. What mystic oral techniques from the middle east would Prince Ackman's slave girl have taught Charlene in the time they had together. She placed her tea on the desk and then moved her hand down between her legs. That's when she was startled awake by the beeping of her computer. She had finally made a connection with Dr. Stein, damn-it! "Madame Rouso? Madame Rouso, are you there?" Dr. Stein's picture came across the large screen of Madame's monitor. The two had a video conference connection through their computers and Dr. Stein was in a quandary in not being able to see her on his side of the connection. "Yes Dr. Stein. I am here." Madame sounded a bit put out as she quickly ceased touching herself and turned around in her chair to face the noticeably excited Doctor image on her computer screen. "I must apologies Madame. I was very busy in my lab and completely lost track of time. I am so sorry to be ..." he took a look at his watch "oh NO, I am over an hour later Madame. How could I have been so thoughtless, to let you wait so long and..." "Doctor, please, Dr. Stein, no need to apologies any more. I understand fully. You are a very creative genius and time must take a second chair when you are submerged in your thoughts and work. But the reason I am calling you is to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, and to find out how your project is coming along?" "Oh yes. Thank you Madame. For your kindness in understanding my work ethic and for you wishing me a Happy Thanksgiving. On MY! Is it Thanksgiving already Madame? Is it today?" The Doctor looked at his watch again trying to make out the tiny numbers on it indicating the date. Madame simply looked down and shook her head with a smile. "No Doctor, today is not Thanksgiving. Tomorrow is. Is everything ok with you, with your sex doll?" Madame remembered what the Doctor called Karol at her party. He was trying to make her look and act like an adult size toy doll made for only one interest, sex. "Oh yes, of course, it's tomorrow. I completely lost track... Oh never mind. Yes Madame. And I wish you also a Happy Thanksgiving too. But please excuse my befuddleness. I have not slept much since I returned to my laboratory with my .... subject." Again, the Doctor could not remember the girl's name, as if it was really important anymore. "Yes, and how is she?" Madame was leaning in close to the monitor and speaking as if she was conversing with a hard of hearing person, even though the good Doctor wasn't. "Excellent Madame! She is doing just superbly. I have been able to work out the flesh enhancer problem and now any changes I make with it are permanent!" "That's wonderful Doctor, congratulations! So how soon will it be on the market?" "Thank you Madame. But I don't know about that. There has to be a series of tests and trials, not to mention all the legal and marketing maneuvers that goes on too. I wouldn't be surprise to hear that it will be five to ten years." "But it is safe, correct Doctor?" "Oh yes, of course it is. You know me Madame. I would never subject anyone to anything that might compromise their well being. Besides, I still remember your warning at the party. The subject is in perfect health. Would you care to see her Madame?" "Oh yes Doctor, very much so!" The doctor left his seat and out of Madame's view. She could hear some background noise and words that she could not make out. Then a blur crossed her screen only to be focused into a seated young woman with an interesting gaze upon her face. All of a sudden the girl began moving back with her chair to which Madame could see a greater part of this girl's nude body. In most ways she looked liked the same Karol that left with Dr. Stein from her party. Her breasts were still big, maybe even a little bigger. But they seemed to be shaped differently, better, more becoming and enticing. Even her nipples and aureoles seem to be in better proportion to the size of her breast. And her erect nipples looked so inviting, almost yearning to be touched, or pinched. When Madame took a closer look at her body that too seemed a little different. Her waist looked smaller although she didn't seem to have lost any weight. In fact, she seemed to have put on a couple of pounds. All in area's that made her look far more curvy and voluptuous, like one of those sexy bomb shells of the 50's. A full figure girl with breasts, hips and a sexy read end that would undulate in the most traffic stopping way. Her entire body seemed to have been molded into some surreal erotic fantasy girl. Even her skin looked somewhat artificial in a flawless, creamy smooth kind of way. But the most striking part, and most doll-like, of Karol was her face. Her whole face seemed to be frozen in a single interesting expression. As if she was the proverbial deer caught in the headlights of a car. Her eyes were big and held wide open. And when she blinked, just like a doll, one could see how extremely long her lashes had become. Her cheek bones, nose and even her chin seemed to have been reformed into a more ultra feminine appearance, again, very doll-like. And her lips, Madame remembered them being enhanced at the party, but now they seemed to have been so improved upon that describing them as a full sexy pout would be a grievous injustice. Karol's lips were nothing but spectacular. For some reason Madame could not help but be transfixed by them. They were so beautiful, robust and sensuously wet that Madame began rubbing her tongue between her own lips in unconscious anticipation of kissing her. And whenever Karol brought her lips together, it was as if she was blowing Madame a kiss. "Madame. Ummm, Madame Rouso? Can you hear me Madame?" The Doctor was trying to make contact with a starring Madame as his voice began to rise in intensity. "Madame Rouso!" He billowed out one loud call, as Madame shook her and blinked her eyes as she came out of her hypnotic like trance. Karol on the other hand remained still as can be. Practically motionless, with her empty headed bimbo like gaze "Ummmm, yes Dr. Stein. I'm sorry. What were you saying again?" "I was telling you how I have finished with the subjects outer appearance. And that I have even perfected her skin too. It now feels exactly like human skin, all be it much smoother, but it looks like that of a doll's. Very plastic like with a consistent man-made color to it. The only part I am not sure about is her hair style. I think it's correct, for I took it from one of my daughters old Barbie dolls. I believe they call it a pageboy. What do you think Madame? I could use a woman's opinion about now." Madame smiled and wondered why the Doctor didn't ask his subject Karol what she thought. Then another though crossed her mind and her smile quickly disappeared. "Dr. Stein, are you sure Karol is all right? I would like to talk to her if I may," Madame said in a very serious tone. "Of course Madame. Karol is doing just fine. In fact she is very happy with her new looks. Please Madame, take all the time you want to talk with her." "I shall Doctor. Karol, are you all right dear and is the Doctor taking good care of you?" Karol quickly closed her eyes for a second and just as fast opened them and began to speak, "I-AM-WELL-MADAME. DOCTOR-STEIN-IS-TAKING-GOOD-CARE- OF-ME." Karol answered in a very weird manner, just like a voice on a phone answering machine. "Dr. Stein, why does her voice sound so mechanical?" "That is where my experiment is currently at Madame. I was working on my mind inhibitor device with the subject, I mean Karol, when I came across a few new wave forms. Further research has lead me to believe that they are expressions of her personality. And my manipulating them I can change her personality a little." "Doctor! Are you telling me that you are destroying this girls mind, her spirit, her identity? And that you are turning her into a mindless thing permanently? Because if you are then you are in direct violation of my warning to you sir and as I promised, I will destroy you! I will hurt you so bad that...." "Please, Please, PLEASE Madame Rouso! Please let me finish!" "Very well Doctor." Madame was in a vicious excited state the likes of which she hadn't felt in a very long time. "As I was saying, I can change her personality. Not to any great extent, just reshape it, like I did her body. The subject's basic brain patterns, memories and ethical constructs are still there and in working order. I am simply bringing out more specific attributes that already exist that's all. The reason her voice sounds like it does is because I am in the middle of doing some course adjustments. In about a week's time her voice will be ten times better than it was, just like her body is. Please believe Madame Rouso, I have never and will never harm a human being in my entire life. I am a Doctor after all, and I take seriously the oath I took upon graduation from medical school." Madame's temper had quieted down substantially when she heard the Doctor's explanation. She knew the Doctor for a long time and in that time he had never lied to her. So his explanation and past record stood good with her. "Very well Dr. Stein. Your standing with me is still in good shape. But again I must warn you. Come Christmas, if I find you have lied to me, heaven help you sir. Heaven help you." "I understand fully Madame. And come Christmas you will find that I speak the truth. And with that, I believe it best to say our good-byes. I wish you a very Happy Thanksgiving Madame and I wish you all the best too." "Thank you Doctor. And I wish you and Karol the same with your experiments." And with that Madame pressed a key on her keyboard and her connection with Dr. Stein was terminated. She picked up her green tea and took a good long sip. She glanced out her window to see it snowing again, with a bright full moon in the sky. Her thoughts began to circulate in her mind, from Charlene to Karol and back again. She was a person who lived by her own code of ethics, be they situational in origin. If the Doctor was lying to her and Karol was made into noting more than an empty headed bimbo, then so be it. People are responsible for their own actions and are thus held accountable when they have crossed the grain as it where. She would not worry about any of them. Come Christmas, if transgressions where made, then she would deal with them, swiftly and ruthlessly. Until then, as far as she was concerned, all was right with the world. She took another sip of her tea. It had lost it's warm cozy taste. She turned to her desk and began pouring herself a fresh cup with two shots of scotch this time. When she took another sip her computer beeped again. She turned to the screen and read the message. "You have mail." She punched in a few commands and found the E-mail was from her friend Ms. Waneright. The woman who had bought two of those party crashers from her. The Oriental one who she swore vengeance on, and her Hispanic friend Maria. Madame took a deep breath and ponder whether to read her mail now or after Thanksgiving. She had already become upset with what she thought Dr. Stein was doing to Karol, did she really want to compound that with what her friend might be doing to two more of those girls? And was it fair to her friend to read her update while still in the current state she was in? She decided to wait until after the Holiday. Whatever had happened was not going to change in a day to two. And she owed it to her friend to give her a fresh outlook without any excess emotional baggage attached to it. So she shut down her computer for the night, turned off her desk light and watch the wonders of mother nature as the snow gently fell upon the ground and trees on this moon lit night. Happy Thanksgiving Everyone -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Coming after Thanksgiving, "Cornucopia II" What has Ms. Waneright done to Su-Lee and Maria? And will it be in keeping with Madame's warning to her. And what of Jennifer? 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